Fairy bestows immortality

"Can't I pass by?"

The cultivator sitting high on the rock said calmly, "This place is indeed unclaimed land, but my master is performing a ritual ahead, and this place has been sealed off."

"If you want to pass through, then you'll have to take a 10-kilometer detour; the road ahead is blocked."

The other party's tone was very harsh, like an order, showing no regard for Su Yun.

practice?

Su Yun's eyes were cold, and he guessed that he was dealing with the fat cultivator.

He scoffed, "So what if I insist on going?"

The black-clad cultivator raised his eyebrows and shouted, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! My master can kill you with a flick of his finger!"

As he spoke, he stood up and unleashed his aura, intending to intimidate Su Yun and make him back down.

An aura of the fourth level of the Qi Sea realm swept out instantly.

However, Su Yun raised an eyebrow.

"How strong do you think you are? You dare to act like this with only a mere fourth level of Qi Sea? You're just asking for death."

He no longer concealed his presence and instantly raised his hand.

In an instant, a large golden hand expanded outwards, heading straight for the black-clad cultivator.

On the large rock, the black-clad cultivator's expression instantly changed.

"Fifth level of Qi Sea?!"

He originally thought that Su Yun was so young, and even if he had good talent, he could only reach the first or second level of Qi Sea at most.

At this age, someone at the fifth level of the Qi Sea realm would probably be considered a direct disciple in the Ten Blessed Lands!

How could he have predicted that?!

Without saying a word, he turned and tried to run away.

"Want to escape? It's too late!"

Su Yun snorted coldly, and his golden hand reached out with incredible speed. The black-clad cultivator had just turned around when he was instantly grabbed in his palm.

A terrifying force enveloped him, leaving him with absolutely no ability to struggle.

He was greatly alarmed, but he immediately shouted, "My master is right ahead. He is a cultivator at the eighth level of the Qi Sea Realm. Are you sure you want to attack me?"

"If my master finds out, he can crush you with one hand!"

The black-clad cultivator remained arrogant, shouting at Su Yun.

Eighth level of Qi Sea?

Su Yun then realized why he was able to fight the fat cultivator for so long; it turned out he was at such a high level.

Although he was able to defeat Dao Hong, a cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Sea Realm, it was hard to say what would happen to an eighth-level cultivator.

However, with the fat monk around, the two of them were enough.

So he simply waved his hand.

"Snapped!"

A palm print landed on the face of the black-clad cultivator.

"Shut up, you're so noisy."

One slap caused blood to flow from his mouth and nose, his mouth to swell, and tears to stream down his face.

The black-clad cultivator was slapped so hard by Su Yun that he was dizzy and unable to resist.

For him, Su Yun was not just one level above him; the difference in their actual combat strength was enormous!

Su Yun took out the Spirit Binding Rope he had used before, tied his hands together, and hung him on the white horse's saddle. Then, with a low shout, he made the white horse continue moving forward.

Immediately, the black-clad cultivator could only be dragged along, moving swiftly across the ground.

The intense friction brought him back to his senses in a short moment.

"damn it!"

He was furious, feeling deeply humiliated. It was the first time he had been tied to a white horse and dragged along—it was utterly shameful!

However, the white horse was very fast, and with its hands bound by the spirit-binding rope, it couldn't struggle at all and could only be dragged along.

"Behave yourself, or I'll kill you."

Su Yun said in a low voice.

If this person didn't have some connection with that evil cultivator, he would have just killed him with a wave of his hand. How could he be qualified to live until now?

……

Ahead, there was a relatively flat area, but it was a mess.

The area within a radius of several hundred meters was littered with traces of battle.

Some towering trees were cut down and collapsed on the ground, leaving pits several meters deep.

In the center of the mess, a monk dressed in black robes, who appeared to be around fifty years old, was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

His complexion was not good at the moment. He closed his eyes and was regulating his breathing.

As you can see, he has multiple wounds on his body, and he appears somewhat weak.

There was a corpse ten meters away.

That was another of his disciples, a Qi Sea Level 3 cultivator, who was killed by the fat cultivator.